|Recycled basket, from|
the Suzuki Night Market
I was once a real regular at the Suzuki Night Market as I used to be entrusted with the entertainment of two teenagers with disabilities who liked listening to bands. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get the boys into pubs, but that they would routinely start to fall asleep at around 9pm. Luckily, they were just as happy to hear the Victoria Police Rock Band “Code One” as they were whoever was resident at my local hotel, though I did worry that the boys might’ve started walking up to uniformed officers in the street and asking for a song.